The Last Emerald

Chapter Three:

 Muzo, Colombia was a striking place. And I’d actually enjoy it more if I could read anything in this godforsaken airport.

Brennen was absolutely ecstatic, leading us all around in search of a man named Eli, as well as his son, Easton.

“Can we please take a break?” Clara complained, wiping sweat off of her forehead as we trudged around with our entire luggage.

“Please?” Odessa chipped in, looking out of breath as well. Brennen rolled his eyes.

“Only for a minute!” He said sternly, sitting down on the closest bench. Clara and Odessa both collapsed beside him, while I stood standing, looking around for Eli or Easton.

I felt that someone was watching me from behind, and when I turned around I came face to face with a man.

“Hello! I am Eli! Welcome to Muzo, Colombia!” He said, shaking my hand. Clara stood up and walked over to him.

“I’m Callista, but you can call me Callie.” I replied as Eli went to shake hands with my sister. I looked around for the boy that was supposed to be with him, but he was nowhere to be found.

Everyone was standing around Eli now, and I went over to join the group.

“Alright. Let’s go to your hotel now.” Eli finished in a heavy Spanish accent, pointing towards some exit doors and leading us there.

Cool air hit me as we went into the parking lot. I heard many foreign words being spoken around me, but I paid no attention to them. Brennen trotted along happily and I found myself glaring at him out of jealousy.

Eli led us to a dark green van, and pointed at the back for us to put all of our luggage in. After we were done, Brennen closed the door and we all hopped into the back seats.

“I’m Easton. I grew up in America, so I’m way more fluent in English than my father.” The boy in the driver’s seat explained, smiling back at us, only a hint of an accent in his tone.  

“I’m Clara, this is my twin sister Callista, her best friend Odessa, and Odessa’s brother Brennen.” Clara introduced us.

We all muttered halfhearted hellos before settling in tiredly. Everyone was hungry or tired. It was dinner time, and none of us had eaten anything but the nachos.

“Are there any restaurants around our hotel?” Clara asked. Easton nodded.

“I’ll take you to one after you check into your hotel.” Easton responded, smiling back at us.

After about fifteen minutes we arrived at the hotel. It wasn’t very big, but it screamed luxury.

“Let’s go.” Easton said, driving up to the front door and getting out. We all shuffled out of the car and grabbed our bags from the back. Easton patiently waited for us at the door and when we went in, he walked straight to the front desk, speaking Spanish to the lady before she handed him two keys while looking at us curiously.

“You’re on floor two.” Easton said, leading us towards the elevators that were right next to the front desk.

We all piled in and rose up to our floor. Once the elevator stopped moving Easton got off and walked a bit down the wooden paneled hallway before pointing at a door.

“This one’s yours.” He said, opening the door with a key and holding it open for us as we all walked in. To our left, immediately as we walked in, was a bathroom. In the center of the room there were two beds, and across from them was a TV and a couch.

Odessa and I threw our stuff on the first bed and watched in amusement as Clara and Brennen elbowed it out to see who could get the next bed. Clara eventually beat him to it, and stuck her tongue out at him while he scowled and set his stuff on the couch.